by Pavel Chichikov
for J.P.
I am your own, your soul
You are my servant and my patron and my house
Old body
I hear your voice as you hear mine today
On the keyboard, the guitar
Which you have learned to play
And I too learn to play the eye, the hands
That pick and strum
And press the keys together for a sound
Together we have learned and made a song –
You are old
And when you rest, forever I am young
Who are we together, and must we ever part?
You and I will live –
The massive instrument, the light immortal heart
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